Ghost Dreams – Part Five, Now the End Comes

The CD played.  When it was over, Tommy knew what he had to do.  In fact, it was more than that.  He actually HAD to do it.  He got up, walked onto his back porch, walked off of the dock, when his feet landed on the lakebed, kept walking until he came to the middle of the lake.

He came to a stop at the dead center of the lake.  His vision erupted into fuzzy fireworks as his body screamed for oxygen.  Tommy had almost completed the task he had set out to do.  The task that had began ten years ago, when he burried the CD along with his memory.

He bent over, fishing out a glint of gold from the detritus littering the bottom of the lake.  It was a wedding band, the skeletal finger of his wife still inside.  The ghostly form of a finger took shape around the finger bone.  The rest of her appeared, then took on mass.

“I’m so sorry” he said.

She opened her arms in an embrace, and they held each other until he died.  Reunited with the woman he loved.  The woman he had strangled in a fit of jealous rage.  The woman who always forgave, even at the bottom of a lake in western Maine.

The End